Date: Sat, 26 May 2012 09:55:17 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jack Santoro
Subject: Twin Brothers, Part 4, Incest
Twin Brothers, Part 4
By Jack Santoro
Jackinnm1@yahoo.com
Jim and I had been stretching our foreskins for six months, and as
we had passed our 23rd. birthday, were now 23. Jim had made noticeable
progress, as now his glans was half-covered when he was limp and his corona
had become glossy and more sensitive. This allowed him to use the cone I'd
been using to gain extra length, and I'd progressed to the intermediate
sized cone. I'd gained half an inch on my foreskin's nipple, but of course
this was still not enough length to accommodate Jim's glans, which was as
bulky as mine. I didn't anticipate that width would be a problem, as my
foreskin was wide enough to slide over my helmet, exactly the same size as
Jim's.
One of our friends, Henry, was very interested in our efforts, as
he still had his foreskin. He had docked a couple of guys with small tips,
and wondered if he'd also be able to lengthen his copious foreskin to
accept a partner with a glans as bulky as his. We'd invited him over one
Saturday, and had him stay the night in our spare bedroom.
"I'd like to see what progress you've made," he explained. "You
said you both had an extra half inch in your skins, and I'd like to see
them in the morning, without their having been stretched out during the
night." We'd removed our tape and had shown him what we had, but he was
skeptical.
"You've got a good point there, Henry," I told him. "When we take
off the tape, our foreskins are at their maximum, and they do shrink back a
little afterward. Tonight we won't tape up, so that you can see what we've
got naturally in the morning." Henry's prick was much like mine, a grower
with straight shaft, about six inches erect, and a long nippled foreskin
covering a large helmet like mine. Henry's high flaring ridge showed
clearly through the covering skin, and Jim had remarked that his prick was
a twin of mine. This was true, but Henry's hair was blond, his eyes blue,
and he was slightly shorter and stockier than we were. He was also a couple
of years older than we were.
We awoke with the usual "morning woodies," and we heard Henry
stirring in his bedroom. We got up and went in there, where we saw him
sitting on the edge of the bed, a stiff prick jutting upward between his
thighs. His foreskin, like mine, was snug over the bulging head and tapered
down to a nipple beyond the end. Jim's prick was bare-headed, but his
lengthening shaft skin was bunched up behind his rim.
"Well, it's time to pee," I told Henry. He looked up at me and
replied:
"Yeah, but first I want to skin back the way I always do in the
morning." I didn't quite understand what he meant, as I always skin back to
pee to avoid splatter. He continued: "The first retraction of the day is
always the best because during the night my skin tightens down a little,
and it feels really good when I draw it back little by little. My being
hard with the head swollen increases the S-T-R-E-T-C-H-Y feeling" Jim
picked up on this more quickly than I did, and he sat next to Henry and
grasped his prick around the head with thumb and forefinger. He gently
pushed down on the foreskin until Henry's slit appeared, and then pulled it
up again. Henry gave a sigh of delight and said: "Okay, Jim, you've got
it. Now a little more this time." Jim pushed the hood down again, the
nipple flowing over Henry's helmet until the orifice spread to a dime-sized
opening. Henry's slit was longer than mine, but remained closed even with
erection.
"That's far enough for this one," Jim said, pulling the supple
foreskin up to fully encase the helmet and form a nipple at the end.
"The feeling I get when you S-T-R-E-T-C-H the skin out like that is
really hot," Henry told us. "Every time you push it down, it
S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-S a little more, and I feel it right in the nerve
endings. The tight pucker pushes back against the front of the head, and
that makes it even hotter."
"Not to mention the friction," I added, finally understanding the
full meaning of what he'd said. I was standing directly in front of Henry
now, my prick about the level of his eyes, and he reach up to clasp the end
between thumb and index finger. He pushed back slightly on my foreskin and
I felt my tight pucker pressing against my front dome as if it were
reluctant to reveal my glans. A slight nudge, and the pucker spread to bare
my slit. The nerve endings in my foreskin tingled at this, and I felt a
slight throb deep inside me.
"Your slit opens up in the shape of a teardrop when you're hard,
just like Jim's," Henry remarked. He pulled my hood forward to form a
nipple as Jim pulled his up to cover his glans. Now Henry pushed back on my
hood, S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G it over the front dome of my engorged helmet, and
the orifice spread to a dime sized opening, revealing more of my glossy
purple helmet. Jim pushed down on Henry's hood until it formed a nickel
sized circle, showing more of the wet purple glans.
You guys are going to be creaming soon," Jim said. "I can tell how
hot you both are." He was right, because not only were we hot and hard, but
our full bladders added to the tension inside us. Jim pulled Henry's
foreskin up again to close, and Henry pulled mine forward to form the usual
nipple in front of my glans.
Jim pushed down again on Henry's hood, opening the front to an
orifice the diameter of a quarter, while Henry slid mine back, slowly,
teasingly, so that I felt the nerve endings in the ridged band
S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G and pressing against the blunt end of my glans as it
expanded to the size of a nickel. I gasped at the onrush of sensations, and
my prick seemed to engorge even more, especially the helmet. Henry and I
were also enjoying the sight of each other's pricks being so cunningly
manipulated in a way calculated to produce maximum excitement.
Jim pulled Henry's hood up slightly, and then pushed down again so
that half the helmet was exposed. He blew on the blunt end and this made
Henry gasp. Now he pulled the foreskin all the way up, paused, and pushed
it down until the opening was poised on Henry's flaring ridge,
S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-D to the maximum. Henry pulled mine forward and then pushed
back firmly, S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G it to ride back to my flaring, engorged
corona. My foreskin's nerve endings sang as they S-T-R-E-T-C-H-E-D, my
tight orifice expanding over my corona.
Jim once more blew on the big helmet, fully exposed except for the
cusp of the corona, and Henry moaned as a drop of clear liquid parted the
lips of his long slit. Henry's hand jerked, and I felt my hood snap down
into the deep groove behind my ridge, bunching up thickly. Henry leaned
forward slightly and I felt his warm lips envelop my swollen helmet,
lightly stroking the wet, sensitive surface. I felt a throb deep inside me,
and knew that with only a little more stimulation, my body would release
its load. Jim got up, went into the guest bathroom, and returned with a
couple of towels, spreading one on Henry's lap. Then he pushed the foreskin
all the way back to clear the head and lowered his mouth on to the bulging
glans.
Henry's eyes widened as Jim began a vigorous sucking action on his
sensitive helmet. His hand wrapped around my shaft and he began stroking my
foreskin in long strokes, completely covering the glans and then pushing
back to bare it right to the groove behind my rim. When he pulled my
foreskin forward I felt the thick fleshy ring bump my corona and then
compress it as it rode over the flare. Each time he pushed my hood back he
put tension on my gee-string, sending shock waves through my head and shaft
and pulling the front of my glans down toward the floor.
Henry was now moaning loudly as his excitement mounted. Jim rotated
his head so that his lips applied delicious sideways friction to Henry's
bloated tip, as he knew from doing me that it was super-exciting. Suddenly
Henry grunted loudly, and I knew that Jim must have scraped his teeth
lightly along his glans. A light scrape of teeth always sets the nerve
endings in my glans tingling, and a few of these scrapes will bring on my
orgasm.
All three of our scrotums had drawn up tightly against our bodies,
evidence of the degree of arousal that gripped us. Henry seemed the closest
to orgasm, and I waited for the explosion as he continued to manipulate my
foreskin in long strokes. Each forward stroke squeezed my urethra, bringing
forward drops of my clear viscous fluid that lubricated my tip and ran down
over his fingers.
My hands were on Henry's shoulders when I felt his body shudder as
his eyes closed and he began howling in agonized joy. His fist clasped my
prick tightly, reflexively, as his penis disgorged its first jet into Jim's
mouth. He howled again and Jim pulled his head back to take a breath, white
cream dripping from his lips on to the towel. Jim's fist stroked Henry's
foreskin fully upward, and when he pushed down a thick jet of white fluid
shot from Henry's slit as soon as it was visible, landing on Jim's mouth
and the excess dripping down on to the towel.
Henry yelped again, loudly, helplessly, as Jim's lips pulled
another discharge from his throbbing prick. Jim swallowed this and I felt
my prick was close to bursting, aching for release, as Henry's fist
continued to clamp it tightly. Now Henry was just moaning as his orgasm
tapered off, from powerful jets to dribbling, and Jim let up on his
helmet. Henry's glans, like mine, became super-sensitive after orgasm, too
tender to touch. I felt his grip on my shaft relax, and he let go as the
tension left his body. He fall backward onto the bed, utterly torpid,
stunned by the after-shock. Jim eased the long foreskin up to cover and
protect the glans and turned to me.
"You need a come real bad, Bro," he said as he grasped my
prick. "Your helmet's so swollen it looks like it might burst. Let me give
it to you while Henry's recovering." I leaned forward, resting my hands on
the bed, bringing my prick closer to his waiting mouth. Jim gave my
foreskin a couple of long strokes and then, after pushing it all the way
back, wrapped his lips around my swollen corona. He gave me a couple of
sideways twists and then I felt his teeth scrape lightly along the broad
upper surface of my glans, from corona to tip.
I was breathing heavily as a tickle began in my tip and I withdrew
into myself. Jim's teeth scraped me again, and the tickle turned into a hot
tingle. My body tensed and a second later I yelped loudly as the heavy
pounding of orgasm began in the root of my prick. My eyes closed, my knees
buckled, and I almost collapsed onto Jim as he pulled the orgasm from my
straining prick. The first hot jet seared its way up my urethra and slammed
through the lips of my orifice as it shot into Jim's warm mouth. I grunted
hard as another hot gush poured from my straining glans, enhancing the
tingle.
"HAH-HAH-HAH!" I cried out as another torrent of hot sperm rushed
up my tube, fueling my fire. The mind-numbing sensations focused my
attention entirely on my prick, from glans to root, and I was totally
unaware of the world outside my body. I came again, but the pulse was
weaker this time, although just as pleasurable. Now the root of my prick
had stopped its hard spasms and was just tingling, forcing out a dribble
that drained me utterly.
Jim pulled his lips away and slipped my hood forward, fully aware
of the super-sensitivity that filled my glans. His finger traced my
urethra, forcing the residue out to collect inside my long hood that now
completely enveloped my glans. I opened my eyes and looked down to see his
bulging helmet wet with the dribble of lubricant that had seeped from his
teardrop shaped orifice. He was spreading it over the inflamed surface with
his left hand, coating the nerve endings that soon would stimulate him to
orgasm.
"Let me do that," Henry urged him. Henry was now recovered and
sitting up, his right hand, still wet from the dripping of my lubricant,
massaged Jim's bulging helmet as I sat next to Jim on the other side. My
hand slid between his thighs to cup his scrotum, all I could do because I
was still dazed from the after-shock. Jim began to moan, seemingly in agony
but actually experiencing pure joy at the sensations in his prick.
"Work on his ridge," I whispered to Henry. "It's more sensitive now
that it's been covered for six months." Henry probed the circumference of
Jim's corona with his fingertips, eliciting louder moans from him and more
lubricant seeping from his teardrop. I placed a towel in Jim's lap with my
other hand to catch the sperm when he shot.
"Now I'll use my lips the way you did me, and then I'll use my
teeth," he told Jim as he lowered his head, wrapping his lips around Jim's
flaring corona. Jim hissed as Henry twisted his head, giving Jim the same
powerful sensations he'd been given by him. His fist pumped Jim's loose
shaft-skin up and down, S-T-R-E-T-C-H-I-N-G his gee-string on the
down-stroke to give him additional sensations.
"You're making my tip tingle," Jim murmured as his eyes closed. He
was still sitting but now he slowly sank back on the bed as we both worked
to bring on his climax. More awake now, I assured him:
"We're going to make you explode, Bro. Just relax and let it
happen." His breathing was heavier now and I saw his eyes close as the
tension built in his body. Suddenly his body stiffened, he yelped loudly,
and I knew that Henry must have scraped his teeth down Jim's glans. His
hips lifted as he screamed in agonized delight, and I knew he was shooting
his first jet. Henry's throat bobbed as he swallowed hard, just in time as
Jim's hips bucked again, another jet erupting into Henry's waiting
mouth. Another spasm shook his straining body as he released another gush,
yelping helplessly. The orgasm ripped through his body with mind-numbing
intensity until he began to relax, the hard spasms changing into a pleasant
tingle that released the last of his juices.
We were all drained now, completely sated, and as we roused
ourselves I began to feel the pressure in my bladder again. My prick was
totally limp, as was Henry's, and we helped Jim up and into the shower. I
turned on the water and skinned back. Henry did the same, and within
seconds our yellow streams were mixing in the bottom of the shower. Jim's
bare glans also responded to the water's warmth, and his stream joined
ours, swirling down the drain.
We didn't soap up, as we weren't really dirty, but just rinsed
ourselves off, All of us pulling the loose skin back all the way to let the
flow into the deep grooves behind our helmets. Then we shut off the water
and dried each other, Jim paying special attention to our foreskins, as he
yet didn't have one of his own.
We sat naked at the table, sipping coffee, and Henry said:
Well, now I see the progress you've made. Jack, you seem to have
half an inch more nipple in front of the head than I have, and Jim, your
stretched skin covers about half your head when you're limp."
"My ridge is more sensitive now from being constantly covered," Jim
told him.
"I saw that," Henry said. "Your dick jerked hard when I was working
my fingertips and lips around your ridge. It's probably as sensitive as
mine and Jack's."
"I came faster than I usually do because I was all worked up from
watching you come," Jim replied.
"After making both of us come," I added, "Jim was primed for
orgasm. It didn't take much to bring him over the top."
"Since you like that stretchy feeling so much," Jim suggested, "you
might come by next Saturday to try something a little different. We bought
a buddy sleeve that is the next best thing to docking and you and Jack
might use it."
"I like that idea," Henry said. "How does it work?" Jim went into
the other bedroom and came back holding the sleeve out for Henry's
inspection, explaining the inside ribs that produced added stimulation.
"Now for you to use it, you hold it between your bodies and push
your cocks into it. Keep your skins all the way forward, so that the sleeve
peels them back as you push into it. That'll give you the stretchy feeling
you love so much."
"Sounds like a terrific idea," Henry agreed. "But maybe we can do
something to make it even better. Suppose we all avoid dropping our loads
all week? Then we'll have a really heavy load to shoot when the time
comes. We can also do it on a Sunday morning, like we did just now, when
our skins will be tight over our tips."
"Sounds like a perfect plan," I agreed. "We can do it right when we
wake up, so our bladders will be full. We all know how that makes it hotter
for us."
With that, we agreed that Henry would come over Saturday afternoon,
eat with us, and spend the night. The big event would come in the morning.
Continued in Part 5